Chapter 13: Beating a Dog Must Be Dependable on Its Owner
Song Li had just figured out how to bandage Du Zhanrong back, and the cantilever strap was hanging a little awkwardly.
When the two were "appreciating" the results, the sound of fingerprint unlocking came from the door. They both thought it was Chen Yao coming because it was almost dinner time.
Unexpectedly, the footsteps became more and more frequent. The first one to come in was Chen Qinzhu, followed closely by several men in black.
Chen Yao was in the crowd, sandwiched between two men in black, one on each side, and it was obvious that she was forced to come in.
Song Li was still bending over in front of Du Zhanrong, fiddling with the strap on his collar with both hands.
As soon as Chen Qinzhu came in, she saw such an ambiguous scene. How could she bear it? She quickly walked up and tried to pull it apart.
Du Zhanrong was surprised by his mother's intrusion, but he reacted quickly. He immediately stood up and dragged Song Li behind him.
"Mom, why are you here?"
"You still remember that I'm your mother?" Chen Qinzhu's mouth was full of sourness and domineering.
Song Li didn't expect to face Chen Qinzhu in such a situation, and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Chen Yao looked embarrassed and hid in the corner, not daring to speak, just like a child who had done something wrong.
"Oh, Miss Song, it's you!" Chen Qinzhu smiled gracefully, but there was murderous intent in her eyes. "Long time no see."
"Mr. Chen." Song Li lowered her head. She was not afraid, but she was worried that saying more would embarrass Du Zhanrong.
Du Zhanrong confronted his mother with a protective attitude, "I asked her to stay here."
"Everyone in Yuancheng knows that President He is very busy and cannot do without Secretary Song every day. How come President He is willing to let you leave for such a long time during this period?" Chen Qinzhu's words were full of ridicule on Song Li's improper relationship with his boss.
Facing the sarcasm, Song Li smiled and did not respond.
Chen Qinzhu looked back at the man in black behind him, and then the four of them understood and stepped forward, surrounding Du Zhanrong, holding him on the left and right, and blocking him from the front and back.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Du Zhanrong was held down, "Don't touch me!"
"Aunt!" Although Chen Yao was frightened, she was still worried about her brother, after all, he was injured.
Seeing this, Song Li almost rushed over to rescue Du Zhanrong, but when he thought of the more trouble that would follow, he stopped.
Chen Qinzhu also reminded: "Be gentle, don't hurt him."
Du Zhanrong was forcibly pulled away for a distance and was surrounded by a wall of people.
Song Li was helpless. "Mr. Chen, if it's because of my appearance, I can leave immediately. Mr. Du's arm is seriously injured. Please..."
"Pa!" Chen Qinzhu slapped her hard!
Song Li was stunned by the sudden force. He lost his balance and fell to the ground in an instant.
"Song Li!" Du Zhanrong's throat choked, and his injured hand touched while pushing and shoving with those people.
"Sister Song Li!" Chen Yao hurried forward to help her.
Chen Qinzhu was about to step forward, but was stopped in time by the female assistant sent by the man in black next to him, who reminded him: "Mr. Chen, when beating a dog, you have to look at the owner..."
What they meant was that they still took He Qian's power and status into consideration. There were all kinds of rumors about He Qian and Song Li in Yuancheng, and they were not sure of Song Li's importance.
Dog… Song Li felt her left cheek getting hotter and hotter, and her nerves began to tense up uncontrollably. She had thought about facing Chen Qinzhu and about being humiliated by her, but she had never expected to be called a dog in front of so many people…
This is what He Qian wants to achieve, to let her come to him on her own and then watch her self-esteem being crushed to pieces.
"Aunt, how can you hit people!" Chen Yao retorted while pulling Song Li up.
"Yaoyao, take her away!" Du Zhanrong almost roared.
Chen Qinzhu stood in front of her, her eyes full of mockery. "I thought you didn't know he was seriously injured! How dare you discharge him? Song Li, he's my son, it's none of your business to say anything! He's the successor to Chen Pharmaceuticals, who are you? Don't think you've gotten ahead of yourself just because you've been with He Qian for a few years! As long as I'm around, don't even think of getting close to him!"
Chen Qinzhu was very angry. There had been rumors before that Du Zhanrong was pursuing one of He Qian's secretaries. She thought he had just returned to China for some fresh air, but she didn't expect that in just a few months, he had brought the person back and was protecting this woman everywhere!
"I wanted to be discharged from the hospital on my own initiative. It has nothing to do with her!"
When Song Li fell, his right knee hit the edge of the table. After getting up, he couldn't even stand straight. He stumbled again and knelt on one knee.
Chen Yao, who was supporting her, was also pulled down. "Sister Song Li, what's wrong with you?"
"Let go!" Du Zhanrong couldn't bear to see her embarrassment, but he could do nothing about the burly size of the four men in black.
Song Li's knees had been seriously injured for a long time, and especially in the cold winter season, the pain in her patella made her break out in cold sweats.
"Send Miss Song downstairs." Chen Qinzhu's female assistant with a man's hair turned around and winked at the other two bodyguards.
Chen Qinzhu was still aggressive. "Miss Song, you'd better remember this. This time I let you go for He Qian's sake. If you seduce my son again next time, I won't let you go so easily!"
Song Li had been half-dragged and half-pulled towards the gate by the two men in black. She was actually secretly glad that she would not be forced to crawl out in public.
After being thrown out of Fenghua Manor, Song Li felt hungry, sleepy, and in pain... Where did it hurt? Her cheeks hurt, her knees hurt, her heart hurt...
He Qian was in a meeting at this hour, and for a moment, an illusion seemed to strike him, and his heartbeat suddenly began to race...
This happened again since the last time Song Li was seen giving himself acupuncture and soaking in ice water.
As if by telepathy, there was always some power surging in my mind, and Song Li's pale and powerless face kept appearing...
It wasn't until the meeting ended and she returned to the office that she said to Yang Xiao, "Call Song Li."
Yang Xiao understood and quickly took out his cell phone, dialed Song Li's number, turned on the speakerphone and put it on the table.
The phone kept beeping, and He Qian's heart was in suspense.
Song Li answered the phone near the end: "Hello..."
The sound was so weak that He Qian's nerves tightened.
Yang Xiao also noticed his concern and asked into the phone, "Secretary Song, what's wrong with you? Where are you now?"
Song Li on the other end paused for at least ten seconds before uttering, "What's the matter?"
He Qian stared at the phone, as if he wanted to see through it! Even during the call across half of Yuancheng, the sound of her labored breathing was unusually clear.
Yang Xiao could also hear her distress. "Oh, I wanted to ask where you are. I'll pick you up. I heard you got the quote for the Central Hospital's information technology project yesterday. I want to print it out."
"Is it Mr. He who's looking for it?" Song Li's voice became more alert. "It's on my computer desktop. It's in the folder with this project name. If Mr. He wants it, just print the document with the suffix H."
Because she had developed the habit of giving quotations to the operations center that included a bunch of parameters and amounts excluding tax, as well as the supplier's address number, but He Qian only wanted to see the price.
As soon as Song Li finished speaking, the Big Ben in the hall rang out, half past twelve.
He Qian understood that she was now in Ciyun Pavilion.
Before Yang Xiao hung up the phone, He Qian had already set out to leave. He was clear-headed, but he didn't realize that at this moment he only wanted to see her.
Sure enough, when I returned to Ciyun Pavilion, I saw Song Li lying on his side on the sofa in the living room, looking like he was asleep, or in a coma.
He Qian stood before her, his inexplicable panic finally calming down. Through the light streaming in through the French windows, he could clearly see the red fingerprints on her left cheek, slightly obscured by her hair, yet still glaring! Also, her left knee, with her trouser leg rolled up, must have been hit hard. Even with the yellowing lotion she had applied, the blue and purple flesh was clearly visible!
He Qian clenched his fists, gritting his teeth. He probably understood that with her by Du Zhanrong's side, who else would dare to hit her? He knew without a doubt it would be Chen Qinzhu! But, wasn't this what he wanted to see? Let her be humiliated right here...
He looked at her tired face, and the anger in his heart began to smolder. He himself did not realize that he could no longer bear to see Song Li in pain. He would be confused and lost, but the three lives she carried forced him to reject this relationship...
He was increasingly unsure how to face her.
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